Chapter 16
Flora's POV
Something changed after that night in the tent, and it took me a few days to name exactly what it was.
Eric stopped seeking me out.
At first I told myself it was a relief. No more sandwiches shoved at me on cart rides. No more crumbs deliberately dropped on my sleeves. No more comments about my face or my supposed secret admiration of his virtues. The man who'd made a hobby out of teasing me into fury had simply vanished, replaced by someone quieter, someone who nodded at me politely across camp like I was any other pack member he happened to pass.
I told myself I was glad. I told myself that a lot, actually, which should have been my first clue that it wasn't entirely true.
He didn't come for his evening comfort sessions anymore either. When I asked Aiden abou
